You are...

My best and worst friend.
My escape from reality, but also a nightmare.
You are everything I hate,
But yet sometimes it feels like fate.
Precious and devilish.
Intelligent ((well not really)).
I hate you, but sometimes,
you are.

Sleep.

What is sleep? A reason to make tomorrow come sooner? No, I won't let my life go down that way. I don't need another reason to make my short life any shorter.

There is no such thing as a “hopeless romantic”, just someone who is hopeless.

"Like a bitter stranger;
and now I see the long, the short, the middle and what's in between."